I’m not talking dogs and cats, I mean the little things living behind glass in their bedrooms.
I’ve had many conversations with women asking, “Your nanny is off, today?” “Is your wife sick, today?” “Are you the nanny?”
A dad coping with fatherhood, stylishly. At a wedding no-less.
As my second grader grows every more independent (read: irascibly defiant), I constantly think, “Was I this way in second grade at age seven?”
Apparently capitalism ruined my son over the last year.
Seriously – what ever happened to class?
A godparent is required to act somewhere in between a parent and a friend. It’s a very tricky zone to navigate indeed; we won’t sugarcoat it.
It’s a free country. Let’s keep it that way.
Living in an era of hyper-reactive authenticity and virtue-signaling, I’m beginning to question the questioners. Let’s talk about pride for pride.
Don’t stick to buying gifts just for the baby; get something sweet for the parents too.
All new parents are looking for ways to take care of their tiny tot in the best way possible while getting enough rest themselves.
A baby shower for gay parents is still a bit of a novelty.
I’m grateful they’re neither bothering me nor beating each other up.
The “baby industrial complex” creates an awful lot of nonsense we just don’t need. Lemme spare you the waste and annoyance.
Will these kids be raised in social or antisocial manners?
Would you be sad? If I got shot up?